MOSHA!
Giles ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I want a Mosha scrub!
So, popquiz... Send or not send?
Yes.
I'm swearing off boys forevah.
I can do that, right?
Shall do.
My chest hurts like whoa after the lymphatic massage bits. Tomorrow is gonna be even more brutal. It's a good hurt ultimately but Like. Whoa.
I can do that, right?Technically or realistically?
::pbbbt::
I was just asking ...
Chartruse does not taste like licorice. It tastes like grass clippings that sat in a garbage bag in the sun for waaay too long. Like Grass gone bad. It's made by monks who don't talk to each other.
And yet? This makes me want to drink it.
you had to bring up fernet. I was supposed to be going to bed
November is just fucked up.
one friend is mid divorce. another friend getting a divorce. a third is a possible. and one person seperated and really ready to start a new life. and yet i know a number of really good solid marriages/relationships.
birthday parties
thanksgiving ( which is good in my book)
employment - the kind of stuff that has happened here. and highly qualified people that are finding NOthing. and yet a friend who was moving into a new field suddenly finding something in her old field, that will let her keep moving in her new field.
I think it is time to retreat to the world of books and drink